Ode to CS- by Quiksilver

I look to the left and then to the right.
Hold my gun up and strafe from side to side.
In the distance, past the double doors,
lying face down on the floor -
A teammate, dead as can be
I take a peek to try and see
the terrorist who gunned him down.
Nothing there! I start to frown.

I run in there as fast as I can;
behind me was one from the Tharki clan
My blood runs cold, I feel him near;
I scream to my mates, "They're here! They're here!"
Aloud rings a Deagle shot,
the gun I now wish I had bought!
To the left I quickly duck-jump
and a shotgun shell into him I pump.






Flashbang, how I trust thee!
I throw one, then turn to flee.
He was too slow - now blind as a bat
Now he's the mouse and I'm the cat.
Pick up my dead friend's Kreig
and perforate him in the head.
My fingers are getting numb and sore,
but can't stop now - one more to go...

A teammate was killed across the map
and I'm getting tired of this old crap
Switch to my knife and run like hell,
something is wrong - I can tell..
Bomb planted, the message flashes
And my attack plans turn to ashes.
I yell out, "Storm the front!"
But realise I'm alone, then I grunt.

Reach the site and take a quick scan;
I hear the bomb but can't see my man.
I checked left and right, up and down
but he's nowhere to be found..
But suddenly - what's this I see?
A barrel sticking out in front of me!
I sneak up and lunge for his head
he still hasn't noticed me yet.















I plunged a knife into his face
then hurried back to base.
Sat down to defuse the bomb,
which was steadily counting down.
The bar crept along at an agonising pace,
but finally it was clear I would win the race.
I laughed, I cheered, then reeled in horror
As I read those words - Net Sendpacket Error!!